Keystyle Cypher!

Hmm, in reality, it's all just lines in a sentence.
You can look to god, but me, I look online for some kind of repentance.
All lives matter, until you're sitting outside, with the tenants
Who've risked their lives, all for the sake of dedicating it to their tribal descendants.
They call it the circle of life, a purpose, despite the obstacles.
When those twist and turns seem impossible, n' there's lots to go
Your veer off the road, in a matter of seconds, because you've lost control.
Manage to keep your calm, cause yo motivations UNSTOPPABLE.
Listen, as long as you got the key inside of the ignition, driving the system,
Then really, there's no denying your vision.
You can see the eye, in the prism.
Anybody that disagrees to that sentiment, is spewing lies, by omission.
Their foundation is crumbling, and they'll be gone, by the time of eviction.
Before the Watergate scandal, most Americans would've sided with Nixon
But now that it's all public knowledge, they treat it like some kind of affliction
How deep are your pockets?
If it's all automated, isn't it up to the people of the modern world to seek out a conscience?
Out of a dire need to expire greed, and see through the nonsense
Capitalism's manufactured a siege based on a consumers need for a process.
And if that wasn't enough fodder for you to consume
Then tell me, if there's nothing to sweep under the rug, then why are using a broom?
The puppet master exposes his strings, yet you can't see it, so, who's to assume?
the road to redemption is basically any path that you choose to pursue
And I put that on my mother, for real.
To expose the crying babies, under the government seal.
To vote on the jilted lovers appeal.
And I'm just saying, it hits harder, because it's real.
The act of approximation can be likened to clubbing a seal
It's a slippery slope, but we all know the ones that we choose to elect
Lives on the very same reality we all refuse to accept.

Secret Super Ghetto Style

Half staff it ,
Put my gang flag in the machine wash wit the otha’s ,
When their done ,
Dry them up and put em on like 2pac ,
poetic justice ,
Don’t confuse me with a small timer ,
I’m gamblin money until I manage to get a mall diamond ,
I’mma wife wall climber ,
When she leave ,
you’ll feel more heart pains than Carl Thomas ,
I mack chicks in my sleep ,
I’m dreamin more now that I got chardonnay ,
If she strip for me ,
Al B Sure for the whole day ,
Then I’ll Lure brotha's in rage ,
Get em torn by a guage in an unfortunate way

Secret Super Ghetto Style with flow

I'm wearin my long johns in a shoot out spree ,
cuz if it gets cold ,
I got the heat on me ,
You and your styles washed up like a blanket ,
If you throw your weed out ,
I guarantee you won't make it ,
Look ,
These raps judge more cat's than a plaintiff ,
Dealers sellin over priced in the hoods in danger ,
I sue employers ,
whenever the item aint worth my dough ,
Officials don’t care ,
I see cops worshippin dunkin catchin the holy ghost ,
I’m on the coast like a tornado ,
In a flyin Delorian wit spinnin wheels like they Kano ,
I speak to the cars Alexus when I’m able ,
I’m publishin these rhymes ,
I ,
Keep it on the table ,
B E T flow till you see it on cable

I hear mouths talkin foolish ,
Eat my candy bars ,
I'm the ruler ,
If you feelin stupid ,
Then take a number student ,
Soar Kaid takes flight from the recess grounds ,
Now I'm workin wit flows that'll depress towns ,
I put the robe across my chest as a vet ,
Put the lettice over the meal ,
thats a vegetarians best ,
You think I walk on mountains just to have sex in the caves ,
But I'm wiser than that ,
smart dudes like me get paid ,
You think I'm runnin backwards on conveyor belts ,
But I'm wiser than this ,
I don't need nobodies help ,
I keep cases of daquiri inside of my crib ,
I have to prepare for the rash businesses ,
I won’t talk about that ,
Cuz a solitary man might flip my lid ,
Old school style ,
Might split my wig ,
I’ll be talkin to my girl friend over the phone ,
Word gets through to the hills how we gettin it on ,
Like money on cons ,
30’s on cars ,
Places where they don’t belong ,
These things have had their way of goin through for too long

I'm moved on, the fuck am I hanging around?
That trajectory, there, is pretty angular, now...
Sitting on the throne, watch how I dangle, the crown...
Mangling from the bottom of a diesel truck..
Opportunity is rampant, you should seize your luck.
Before those in power attempt to freeze your bucks, assets attained.
Nobody matching the flame put out by the flexible
aim, put forth, you're in gymnastic terrain.
No more masking the pain, your famous now, so bask in your fame.
Throw punches to that speedbag as they ask what you've gained from living a minimalist life.
Good riddance, what your dividends like?
Money growth - watch your interests, spike.
Cultural dissonance ripe with insolence, yet you insist
on giving it life. However, before you cross, make sure that bridge, is alright.
Right? My instincts kick in, like the third eye.
Watching tapes play in reverse, illuminati confirmed signs.
Once I don't have that fire, then the urge dies.
I'm looking through the peephole of life, while watching the Purge, rise.
Mask, and all. Riding in that dark knight, hearing the Batman call.
Everything in slow motion - we call that Hasselhoff.
And even if it's a hassle, dog, I kick it, Angela Bassett raw...
Too many hands in the pot, whenever there's cash involved
That's the rules that they live by, they say it's none of my business, mate.
Money rules everything, including politicians, so pick a state.
It's green, but the color doesn't matter, as long as you see it.
Good karma's a staple of life, yet, all the bad, it makes it hard to believe it.
It's a double edged sword, with everybody committing Seppuku
Whether self sacrifice, they're still bringing the death to you
What difference does it make, hoe?
Life's happening, what you goin' wait fo'?
Still got your hands in your pocket, demanding some profit
Whether candid, or honest?
Your self worth is only in the plans you acknowledge.
Every man is dishonest, a ritual old as time itself, bitch.
You can.. either be helpless. Or selfish.
Until then, you can find the barometer for what wealth is.
When the meaning of life, comes off as a sales pitch.

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Catching up to 'Kaid, n' his quest of dropping a million words.
And if he comes back after this, then, I'll be really discouraged
Because, he got that Lambchop play-along type of ish
- going on, so I'll row along. In the moment, you know I'm strong.
Mike Tyson KO, Shia fighting with Sia...
Or The Shining, see the light of Messiah
Or Drew Barrymore, at a young age, being frightened, by fire.
Lightning and wire, combined. Perspiring liquid metal, biding my time.
In the ghetto. Always next to the wood, like I'm Geppetto.
With writing, I get to exploring many foreign foundations...
For now, placement. Your burial ground where you'll lie down, faced in.
Dirt, which is what I do, now, rebuttal after rebuttal, through.
Undercover, yet, I will still discover you.
Out of this world, looking through the Hubble tube.
Been in this makeshift limelight, until my SMS bubble, blew.
What's this stubble, ooh. A couple of grays.
Hard to stay together, like, a modern couple, engaged.
I'm stuck in a stage between a raged machine
Chasing his dream while his moment, projects. I guess it's mental
unless you provide your residential address
and realize that it's a potential, for stress. And other depression.
Sitting in class to see that past you need's becoming a lesson, of sorts.
The meaning of life is like one long perpetual course
instructed by precipitating events you feel begets, from the source.
And now it, feels like the force, is clouded.
The taskmaster puts a orb around it... enough precipitation to leave the fortress, grounded.
You'll die, and Cerberus will leave your corpses, hounded...
Opportunity knocks on your porches, but all the doors, are shrouded.
In mystery. Rocking a Mister T haircut.
While walking with the lobsters, just in case my crabs flare up.
Like the phoenix. A micro penis.
Still, conducting at a level of a psycho genius, hands together, just like a pianist.
Give it up for Adrien Brody *playful emoji*
Don't trust anybody that has to say they're the homie.
That's just the manic access they have into your psyche - let it go.
Before it's mere construct binds inside of your genetic code
Oh, I'm Gun Jack with the Tekken kick.
Yea, you better respect it, rocking a Tiki idol necklace, on my deathbed, bitch.

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Kick an old school rap, until the record skips.
Kangol hats, with gold chains, lying down on the pressure switch.
Now, what's your motive? Could it be...
The man that lives in that old apartment, and wouldn't leave?
Even as detectives investigate, yet, they look at me.
No kind of clues. On the rise of the news, and pursuing me
Now, you're wondering why I am confused?
I know a hard life is normally what violence ensues
But really, I'm a man that's been moving on societies cues
So excuse me for being Frank, excuse me for being Jim
excuse me for keying in everything that you see as Evil
and read, again. I'll swing by this thread, sometime between 3 and ten.
I keep the door unlock, just in case I'd like the Demon, in.
The March of The Penguins, please, look at Morgan Freeman's grin.
If he was narrating me, he'd be whiter than Mona Lisa's skin.
My ferocity is high, but my libido, is low.
Sexual prowess on display for whatever you're needing to know
Included, but not limited to, this punitive tube.
Swirling around the bottle, looking in it, for lube.
While your little sister, of age I might add, is giving me nudes.
And sending so many pics to me my history hits up, in views.
Oh my. The whole slide. What else am I to go by?
Ya know, some crazy shit you could see.
Why on earth would sane person, listen to me?
I don't know, the same reason why a Fisherman needs...
- a bait, before that fish he sees, slips up his sleeves.
And he trips in his boat, in his Fisherman coat.
Seriously, what do you think, this shit's a joke?
Like that scenario can't happen? I'm the damn captain.
If this is too much for you, then get you an Antacid.
Kicked it with Grams, she said the grams I gave her, were fantastic!

Quote:

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Originally Posted by Celph Taut

Catching up to 'Kaid, n' his quest of dropping a million words.
And if he comes back after this, then, I'll be really discouraged
Because, he got that Lambchop play-along type of ish
- going on

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lol celph... thats not a diss to me is it? I don't mind cuz I'll diss back if thats what you want... I'll just guess you dissin me and diss you back...ha...

You walked into rapbattles like a famous dude at a eatery ,
That don't matter when I blaze you ,
let you blend in with the scenery ,
I'm goin off of one assumption ,
That dandruff you got took control of your brain ,
cuz even god knows not to go against the grain of Soar Kaid ,
I'll eat you alive like sorbay ,
Get the rest of your body parts threw at the trash ,
Bag you up on the ave ,
thats how I do you in a general task ,
You will need more than one Celph to teach "this" ,
I'm immune ,
I'll put poison in the cloths that you weep with ,
Go to the harbor for my bullets ,
tell em I need six ,
"Hit em up" and re-enact "Use mad clips" in a dream mix , (Styles P - use mad clips, 2pac - Hit em up)

I'll cut up some letters to put on ya death note ,
Watched you bend over in prison for the dropped soap ,
I see the motion in ya ocean ,
I'll stick the burner to ya waves ,
then see ya moms from a distance put a rose on ya grave ,
Celph you don't know who you messin wit ,
Manuver the glock outta ya hands ,
cuz you are the Celphishest ,
But then make competition to see who can smoke the most sheep for a delegate ,
I'll destroy ya minds sight with a bullet that'll deep ya melon kid ,
you are so irrellevant

I threw my welcome mat away, screw house pride,
Replaced it with a sign "Leave your shoes outside",
Who, how, why? That depends on what and when,
They say I should've been to uni, I would've gone but then
I'd have just wound up in a shit job again
with more bullshit degrees than Dr Ben,
"But you would've been a great doc Ben",
No, I wouldn't, and my name's not Ben,
I'm a regular guy, I'll eventually die,
Hopefully while getting sucked off on a heroin high,
The majority of what I do in bed is a lie,
Check my advent calendar, I'm way ahead of my time,
Since I began experimenting with genotherapy I
managed to amend and define my cerebellum design
So when normally I would have expected to cry, I now instead ejaculate my testicles dry

Secret Thorough Winds Style

I'm in a momentus occasion of brotha's tryin to appease me ,
Looking out of the glass door of life for me is easy ,
My delivery in these times is chosen ,
I ride in my car and be at ease with the coastin ,
Lives lost or already broken ,
Sets up no other way to approach a better motion ,
Good people should regret the things they've been through ,
Cuz times is hard ,
We deserve a better path wearin timeless scars ,
Sometimes ,
I show out like signs ,
wantin a clue on how my powers outta line ,
Walkin in the studio not even in the booth yet ,
but I rhyme ,
I showed up in pristine shape ,
Goin about my day in a fashion that confounds my fate ,
I know yall lookin at me like I bring haste to my pace ,
In some foreign wheels that put a man in a insurmountable place

Quote:

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Originally Posted by Soar Kaid

lol celph... thats not a diss to me is it? I don't mind cuz I'll diss back if thats what you want... I'll just guess you dissin me and diss you back...ha...

You walked into rapbattles like a famous dude at a eatery ,
That don't matter when I blaze you ,
let you blend in with the scenery ,
I'm goin off of one assumption ,
That dandruff you got took control of your brain ,
cuz even god knows not to go against the grain of Soar Kaid ,
I'll eat you alive like sorbay ,
Get the rest of your body parts threw at the trash ,
Bag you up on the ave ,
thats how I do you in a general task ,
You will need more than one Celph to teach "this" ,
I'm immune ,
I'll put poison in the cloths that you weep with ,
Go to the harbor for my bullets ,
tell em I need six ,
"Hit em up" and re-enact "Use mad clips" in a dream mix , (Styles P - use mad clips, 2pac - Hit em up)

I'll cut up some letters to put on ya death note ,
Watched you bend over in prison for the dropped soap ,
I see the motion in ya ocean ,
I'll stick the burner to ya waves ,
then see ya moms from a distance put a rose on ya grave ,
Celph you don't know who you messin wit ,
Manuver the glock outta ya hands ,
cuz you are the Celphishest ,
But then make competition to see who can smoke the most sheep for a delegate ,
I'll destroy ya minds sight with a bullet that'll deep ya melon kid ,
you are so irrellevant

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Nah. It wasn't a diss. But it is, now.
You're out of your league, thinking you're clowning but running out of gas
- guess that's the sound of fatigue.
I don't know what the Secret Style religion would have you believe
But they don't even make life insurance for RapBattle's knowing that you'll be battling me.
It just doesn't make sense, take you under my wing
End up in the propeller. Or, shot behind the back, they'll be thinking you're 'Yeller.
If numbers are what you're after, I'll break you into increments, fella.
The plunge will be well worth the wait, your fate will be to drink from a cellar.
This is public access.
The keystyle forum's for the elites; it's not where you come to practice.
You get your joints sorted out - you'll think it's some gymnastics.
I be cutting bastards, you'll be in a long line of deaths to fulfill to one of my fucking classics.
Yeah, the fire is down whenever I am in town.
Don't be compliant, cause now the giant's around... it doesn't make sense, but.
This kind of Trump card, distributed, could wake Pence, up.
But then what? Stop telling these kids for putting a fence up.
Ugh. Ain't even read the reply.
They wipe the window of condensation, so they can see what's inside.
Best believe that you tried, but..
Every attempt, is futile. See 'em down, in the drain.
There will be a death to pay for, every single style that you claim.
Drain your primary circuit, n' let the residual power remain
Enough to keep you alive long enough to pull the bullet, out of your brain.
It's sickening, but it's necessary - I assure you.
I'm not trying to cheat you.
You'll die, n' that's the line they will fly, to your people.
Look in the sky, n try to think of every time they deceived you
And realize, they've been peddling the same kind of liars, since preschool.
The outlier. Your foundation collapses, 'side of the house fire.
The only thing left's the chemically doused wires
Powering the circuit board... 'Kaid , what kind of game is you working for?
Deja Vu, I know I've seen that verse, before.
This is for the few cypher guests when they lurk the board
The higher power for when you had your body of work, ignored...
And now? You'll see it come to fruition.
The sneakers that are overlaying that running ambition.
Here to let ya know, the looking glass, is my one competition
Marvelling the work, but you'll need Wanda to summon that Vision.
F'real. Listen, the shield? Doesn't exist.
A different elation. Your shit's adjacent to the Dow Jones, suffering artificial inflation.
Your life in 5 seconds, but I skipped the duration.
You pay with your life, n' I will be the one to collect the interest, that's waiting.
Imagine being broke, physically.
Then being enrichened by the same conglomerate that's incessantly feeding the system?
This is free intuition, not to fuck with me
But they're disagreeing to listen, realistically, they don't even see what's is missing.
Man, ain't that a bitch? Asking for change
When your reaction remains the catalyst for what your habits sustain?
You got a penchant for being wrong.
The wrench you've been leaning on
For this entire affair. The sire's in here; you should read along.

Once upon a time, Soar was in an insurmountable place, then along came Celph to reposition him in a fountain of AIDS,
I'm in a bitches house n it's great since I mounted her face,
Once I buss my shit, I must admit I doubt that I'll stay,
Because prior to drilling her head I was bored out of my brains,
20 fucking minutes of handbag views,
"Look at this puppy" & "isn't that cat cute?",
"When can I see your pad?" Well due to the labs gas fumes,
Never, cuz I'm not fucking in a hazmat suit,
Unless you're willing to sacrifice your respiratory tracts to learn that my kitchen is littered with glass because I fuck around with chemistry but never listened in class, plus you'll have to take a piss in the bath because I blocked my toilet with spliff ends and cigarette ash. I had an incline you'd pass.

oh ok. its cool then celph. I'm not hatin. Continue forward.

Word, continue forward... guess I will use the momentum...
They execute force, that is, until I use it against them.
Foolish, but I knew they were a Judas before
The tools were being used, on the board. There's only so much luxury a dude can afford.
This goes out to the musical cues they've ignored...
And now it's just... back-loaded enterprises steady putting the browsers up...
Have you cowards touch the back of your ankles
n' kiss your ass, goodbye. Battle Mr. Fantastic n' face the wrath of elastic pride.
What that means is, it's a stretch if they think...
They'd have the same effect of the way I play the net; I can keep the NBA, in check.
Take you to Sway & Tech.. old shit
underground and commercial... now there's a bigger divide inside of that black cloud
that cracks down on the earth, you... subjected yourself to.
As long as it felt true to the idea of you being an off of the shelf-dude.
If you sold your soul to the devil, then your wealth, grew.
Even a nobody, in time, can be a self-help guru.
Imagine what's a stake when that 360 deal, is signed.
Get sealed inside a machine manufactured to be... exactly,
what these actors, believe.
Turn the axel, and see the inner workings of a master who needs
no puppet strings to keep these cats, on their knees.
Get an actual degree... make no mistake, this shit is passive, to me.
You may look up to these cats, but you don't have to agree.
They say it's black and white, with shades of gray.
But, I don't know where they're trying to go... feel like they're walking while their minds are closed.
See the sign, enclosed inside of decrypted writings in bible codes...
A mindful of discussion to pull you out of your tribal clothes.
But, I ain't here to preach. Fear the reach of the scythe
as he prepares his speech.
The siren of the oppressor that's loud enough, it can clear the streets.
The acclimation of a movement that is aware, at least
of it's minimal undertone, since the underbelly has feared it's feast.
Wear the face, like a second skin...
It smiles on the outside, as a mechanism of keeping all his depression, in.
Guess again. I'm the heckler with the Smith & Wesson grin.
The 38. special, it rips the flesh off your next of kin.
Word, it doesn't get more ugly, than that... try to jump, or attack...
And end up on your back, so really...
Be humble, relax. I ain't one of these cats you should play with...
Got a couple of tracks I can lay, quick.
Adding rocket fuel to the spaceship, smh.
You saw that cat go by twice, right?
There must be a glitch inside of the matrix code...
feel the race as the opposition just takes it slow...
Fuck a racist joke.
I keep it basic, like ancient folk.
With such dope lines, they should be displayed on Macy's float.

Secret Super Naturraall Style (yes, naturraall) with flow

When I was young ,
I lived in a small house with a small kitchen ,
Mom had no money but she wanted a small business ,
When I was young ,
The other kids bullied me ,
I fought them back ,
I had to come to a decision whether to flee or attack ,
I couldn’t get division in school ,
They put me in special education ,
But I excelled in English which was my only dedication ,
My mind was off most of the time ,
I always wondered what the problem was ,
I had a hard time thinking ,
Maybe I needed some type of drug ,
When I turned nine ,
I played Mortal Kombat most of the time ,
Me and Ren worshipped that game at the drop of a dime ,
Not too far from then I started rappin ,
I was getting myself ready to write a piece ,
I tried to be like DMX and cam’ron ,
but wasn’t ready at the least ,
Now ,
I rap like I know what I’m doin ,
I got myself together to avoid all the confusion

I do shit without thinking, to avoid confusion.
I’m annoyed at humans.
I consider laughter noise pollution.
I rejoice in nuisance.
I’d destroy a movement as a coy amusement.
I say sincere shit in a voice that’s gruesome.
I’m on road in a foil suit and soiled Pumas.
I used to experiment with drugs... now my boys are mutants.

Yeah my boys are mutants.
In playfights I deployed bazookas.
In water fights I employed a schooner.
And a destroyer cruiser...
I was always gonna win, I just wanted to enjoy it sooner.
I called my local loyal shooters during soldier toy manoeuvres.
I dropped a bunch of drugs and started spitting poison mucus.
Medication over meditation... in a poignant stupor.
Dropping drugs that mess with time perception, to avoid the future.
I know fuck all, and blagged a job as royal tutor.
As a kid I made the matrix on a toy computer.
You sit and miss your bitch and stick your dick in spoiled tuna.
My psychologist’s pissed since I fucked his mother; Freud’s a loser

Secret Super UN-naturraall Style with flow

I walk in gyms ,
sweatin and liftin the weights ,
On the streets I got the mixture of a human and ape ,
when the banana clip demonstrates ,
I'm avoidin all of the bottles I drunk from last year ,
Walkin with my Reeboks on ,
Tryin to avoid all the past beers ,
I'm zonin out in the street ,
Smokin weed for a easy release ,
Passin cigarettes on the curb ,
People strollin by watchin the dutchies burn ,
Can't let these fools under me try to touch my earns ,
I'm seein cannibus parts ,
sittin on project tables ,
Giving gun shots when I'm able ,
wit cats watchin in the hood next to the pole cables ,
Callin the drug lords ,
Gettin me outta messes that was left in the burbs ,
Walkin with my dillinger cuz cats get on my nerves

Hey I really liked that stuff about avoiding the past beers from the last year.
Most kids are armed here, and for those that aren’t there’s always some glass near,
So when I check the local news it’s like a shard pierced my heart’s fears,
As the interviewer’s tryna provoke a ma’s tears, showing the blood on the garms smeared.
Another yout’s locked up and the guards cheered.
Everything’s fucked... acting calm’s weird.
Earth ain’t shit but a large sphere,
And we ‘prophet’ off it like dark seers.

The swiss knife will knock these cats off ,
Pull the machine gun outta the compartment door and blast off ,
I'm drivin fast in a Ford truck ,
Ridin down the high way doin about half a buck ,
I'll show you all of my rap ,
Let you zone into the pistols that I wrote on the pad ,
You get mad over the words from my brain ,
While I'm feelin settle ,
I motion the AK-47 purched to ya brain ,
I’m on my own wit a revolver by my side ,
I enter the place spittin about five ,
Put the gun on ya chest and say its about time ,
To slap you with the desert and empty about nine ,
Cat’s get emotional like getting run over by a Dodge Viper ,
I’m the rhymer ,
That They turn chump on and try to pull a punch in a cypher

Yeah they punch in a cypher, I spit rhymes in a fist fight,
And still win by a knockout, my shit hits right.
Most of your lyrics... a bit shite. but I loved that one where you spit... psych!
I search social media for obituary posts and click ‘like’.
I enter monster truck destruction derbys... on a kids’ bike.
I train wushu staff forms but with dick strikes not stick swipes.
On road looking like a Sith knight with sick Nikes.
My weekend benders last six nights.
I walk up to petrol pumps puffing lit pipes.
Soar’s got a Swiss knife..? I got evil intentions...
My knife’s Swiss and yet, I disrespect Geneva conventions.
A believer in vengeance, no need for redemptions,
I ain’t give a fuck bruv, not even a semblance.

Believe in the entrance I walk in, it's like I'm still talking through
- the grapevine. Stomping out competition, to make wine
From sour grapes to the hour tapes of rap that don't stop
to the baking soda and stove top.... watching over your shoulder for
the rogue cops... pockets are full, pulling out 4 knots
To bail 'em out of jail before that verdict, letting out court shots
Like Kyle Korver, back to the soapbox. And wild Yoda.
Stick around for the show while you down some old clowns soda.
I'm back in it like I never left, to resurrect
- the dead. Keeping heads in check.
This is for the salutations I'll never get, if it was up to the establishment.
Better yet, the manual. An animal - who you all gonna pander to?
Stepping over the box, to break it, like Bandicoot.
Now here to swallow your corporate-branded truth
I'd rather manufacturer a religion that debunks conspiracies
Before I'd allow that nonsense to carry me.
George Floyd in my lungs; I can barely breathe.
Spilling pigs flood, have the precinct look like a Carrie scene...
Kerosene all over the apartment, wit' what I'm cooking up.
I'm all out of fucks to give, I'd say THEY never took enough
Ass whoopings, as a kid.
Legend, with an asterisk beside it; never ask for shit.
COVID's around, make sure this mask, legit.

I mask up this vessel of flesh and bone,
which connects my soul to this realm I roam,
Mortgage companies tryna bell my phone,
Get the message I literally told you I want to be left a loan,
Talk gibberish, pipe full of Rosetta stone,
Give me an egg n spoon and I'm set to go,
On foot lapping cyclists at the velodrome,
Stay ripped, these suckers half steppin that's why they're semi toned,
Forgive the small talk, it's just procrastination,
Sometimes I need a break from the task I'm facing of exposing a cabinet & syndicate collaboration that I'm pretty sure I'll be rewarded for with assassination,
No wordplay or punches, that infers the vibe is,
Not for entertainment, certified biz,
Tell em PM your e-mail and learn some life shit,
I share the fax like I'm stuck up in the early 90s

I spit some shit in the early nineties, and only now are the verses timely.
Detergent’s mighty... I cut my coke with soap to cope with my dirty psyche.
Worse than grimy, like the skets I respect. call em ‘urban wifeys’.
I have to keep asking my therapists whether I heard em rightly.
I come up with the dumbest ideas that I can, and then word em wisely.
I hope you all have a very merry... bullshit commercialised turkey crises.
Sniffing yay on Christmas day, I treat myself to an upped dose,
Can’t be arsed with the nut roast, serving relatives just toast.
Or forget even eating, and just toast...
Like, let’s all drink to me and my dumb boasts.
I make personalised crackers, but write tragic news and not fun jokes.
And there’s a raging contagion this year, so fuck ‘hosts’...
Aww you gonna miss your little party? how will these privileged cunts cope?
My style’s already ‘nobody comes close’.

Ever been out in weed drought, tryna score a couple ounces?
Phoning friends of friends, and showing up at uncles’ houses?
Yeah? Well imagine a fucked up drugs run... but for Brussels sproutses.
Across a massive desert, up a couple mountains,
Crossed a great lake on another outing.
Are these some mythical shits, do they even exist? I felt this sudden doubting.
Saw a greengrocer in the distance, with a crowd all huddled round him.
By the time I arrived, they’d already clubbed him to a bloody fountain.
Heard a mother shouting... as I saw, on the floor, a single humble sprout thing.
It slowly rolled away... she stretched her arm like fucking Dhalsim.
Shit’s ridiculous.

^ Mannn, that IS ridiculous...
Then it came to me... a mother stretching her arm like Dhalism
is something I'd probably pay to see.
Or a grandma with carpel tunnel, somehow, riding an ATV
with expert precision, 'fore she drops the keys, to the Maitre D.
Hanh? Yeah, that doesn't make sense. But, neither does this.
I'm from a world where common sense doesn't seem to exist
Even at a molecular level, you're feeding a niche
More commonly referred to as the meaning of 'Bis
Siphoning helium from the dentist machine to uneven my pitch
Ya know, scaring the kids in his room
with ripped up balloons, getting Bag Mandela to hit 'em, with spoons.
Before realzing their was eggs still on it...
yolk, sliding down their nose. But, you know how it goes.
Picking up yellow goo up around their toes.
I'd liken that scene to flying backwards, with Powdered-Toast...
- MANNNNN, or a white van... parked in a conspicuous spot...
Drives away, but not before the back of his wheels lick up the lot'
Shit's ridiculous, doc.
Nastier than a wrinkled-up tissue, wit' snot, being placed in your bare hands.
Ya know me, pulling off tiered scams.
Catch me, doing the the '20/20', and making that the "End of the Year" dance.
Mind is in a dark spot. The lines are, too.
Was on a different dimension, till Lidar's blew.
Now that plain is accessible.. but I'm still gonna go for whatever I was destined to.
Just give me an open path I can exit through.
The cream of the crop speech, by Macho Man, is my highlight...
And Mean Jean's questioning of his championship, was a side sleight.
But anyways, most people wouldn't pay attention to that, and I don't blame them...
It's the principle of his stature, at that moment, and the time he came in.
Back when other wrestlers in that stable were riding waves, then
Out of nowhere Randy Savage comes in, and simply defines the ages.
To my amazement, this guy knew how to work a crowd
And I spent my entire life attempting to match that level of high elation
Enter: Celph Taut - the premonition, is real.
20 years in the game, still trying to fish for a heel...
To which there is none; the shit's surreal...
Simply mind boggling stuff, to take your game state to another level,
thinking a simple toggle's, enough.
Still in a stasis, rocking goggle's but this heat I bring, keeps fogging it up.
Philosopher, cut from the same cloth as what Plato and Aristotle, constructs.
Wait -- now, you just wait a minute!
I'm taking free speech out of their creative limits
This is what you say to a sadist in his final hours, as he plays a menace.
The back and forth is like Jody Foster and Sir Anthony Hopkins
In other words, a mental game of tennis.
And that was a laments, living rent free in their heads
Is a great way of evading tenants, and attempting to retain the same aesthetics
Now, even if they know what's established, and are asking to reason..
- with the master - he's seasoned.
Any act to negotiate with that, is actually treason.
I know... confusing, right? It's habitual.
So is the characteristics of whatever narrative that it fits into
It's this mystic cube of knowledge that's contrary
to the conscious rapper, whenever he spits the truth... a chamber pot of written proof.
Trying to bite into that kind of knowledge, you'll probably chip a tooth.
Indifferent to the many of forms of deception in that public interest-loop
Renaissance man: reporting for duty.
The forum recruits me whenever they feel this board's unruly
Above their paygrade, though - they lack the recourse to pursue me
...in any serious manner,
An attempt on the subject would be a parry, of grammar.
Aries vs Zo Williams, feel the parry's, so, I carry this hammer
- like Gallagher does, n' smash your face in.. right before I stare, in the camera.
Feel the arrogance of a white nationalist, carrying his Aryan banner
- injected with the Super Soldier serum; compare me to Banner.
Brandishing that same elitist attitude as Aaron Hernandez
airing out Odin Lloyd, simultaneously destroying Middle America's standards...
Yeah... talk about what you can do for your country.
They say it's beautiful, but what do you do when they view you as ugly?
And separate you from that narrative, in pursuit of the money
Giving you a measly stimulus, saying that it's so "You don't go hungry".
Ha! Laugh now, cry later.
Legs in concrete, jumping over wide craters.
Lies later disguised as corporate signed waivers...
To push more lies to the docile mental of people...
Witnessing mayhem... swift innovation, perpetuated as morality, lifting a nation.

Yeah, my visual plain is...
Something like the attention to detail inside a miniature painting
I guess that needs a little explaining (alright)
The definition of minimal mayhem amplified by a million, when written into syllable statements.
The feeling of greatness one exhibits when spitting, from pages.
If Charles Manson had a Spotify account? They'd put THIS shit, in his playlist.
Cuckoo crazy talk. It's just the way I jot.
Pen to paper, sending data messages into creative thought
Yeah, they can't wait to pull the plug, on the machine.
The drama between this mind of mine is kind of like a bomb, overseas.
Aside from nodding to beats and finding the rhythm on it, to seize
the opportunity presented, that will STILL not cause these problems, to cease.
The precision of a brain surgeon: we're really just the same person.
Slaying verses, sewing it into your frame, 'till the pain, worsens.
And the scale of pain will be the same as if I increased sensitivity ...
to your muscles n' then cut away at your main nerves, and...
The depth of my depravity is quite the descent...
And I'll redact that statement so that you don't get what I meant.
Just know the mental intent put into each syllable is represented by death...
Secular steps I climb in every direction - these texts have the MC Escher effect..
Minds, spinning in circles... rhymes penned with' a verse
on the pendulum. Exert force to do away with their friendly retorts...
Treat the cypher forum as a friendly fire for enemy sports
But anyway, I don't know why the always tend to send me these dorks
Could be it's because my scripture does the talking for me...
Or it's the end of the chapter, and they can't stop the story.
Visionary, give credit when due.
This is the final act, but know that the end, is askew.
Bodies spinning, at the end of the skew.
bending into a smorgasbord, made of enemy stew
Then crucified for the world to see, like Kick Ass,
when this pen, is pursued. Even the tendons, get chewed - up.
Showed these dudes how they're under the head
like the frenulum, too. Don't get your head in this screw, like Casino.
Tony The Ant Spilotro - I got a short temper.
With the suave of a Forbes 500 corporate board member
The form bender, watch me work.
Like Cool Hand Luke, see a girl, washing a car, taking off her shirt.
Enough to make your thoughts, berserk.
Catch a waft of the doctor's worth, my moxie is...
walking into that double office, permeating Big Dick confidence, like Papa Smurf.
Yeah. And that's the lingo.
The old sales couldn't match with the path of his classic single.
And I'm dropping this on Christmas, too, so catch this jingle.
Massive dingleberries - come feel the wrath of this black Mandingo!!!
Giving cream pies to 'em queen-sized persons of interest...
A picture says a thousand words, while these words could drop the server, on Pinterest.
Bringing you herbs to your senses. I know you nerds are defenseless
- now, and you heard you can get this while you observe, in the trenches.

I'm the same dude in the last post that burnt up ya brain ,
The fo fo's shots realities converge on ya frame ,
Guns is pulled with no hesitation and much discipline ,
Aint no jealousy in a dead body ,
a lot of them entered in the regimen ,
News anchors say I’m a sensation ,
my politics voted into the game ,
I'm writing raps that are on lock like a chain ,
You’ll end up froze in the snow ,
Messin with these Radicals wearin Levi’s washed in stone ,
Leave the crooked ops alone ,
They’ll disrespect a good family ,
righteous ones are foes

Its disrespectful when a coward tries to hate on you ,
Joinin up with these cat's makes life more relatable ,
I buy from the detestable stores ,
they wanna skate on you ,
I know its Grade A beef thats not degradable ,
I walked in the snow knowin nothin other than the grind ,
I was fresh in my FUBU until I got arrested for a crime ,
You live nice with your Playstation 5 ,
life aint the same when we die ,
Cuz we repent to the god that we pray to in the sky ,
I wonder if the game "wonder" on sega genesis was even hot ,
These are the things we think about in a struggle we have lost

Secret Super Star Smasher Style... This is catchy

Put Drugs in the hands of a criminal that don't think straight ,
Dump shots at innocents ,
they run until they feel like they can't ,
I'mma rider shovin the uzi out the window at a playa ,
I guide the car down the dark streets like a hurst paul bear'a ,
You won't survive the neighborhood ,
This aint white civilization ,
I'll close your casket in a quick manner like you was a mason ,
Your chick drinks me without the chaser ,
I'm from the bare bottom ,
Brung her to the crew ,
She was lovin us like she wanted you ,
I make omellets outta you cat's ,
I'm fixin pancakes on the stove ,
they're stones ,
Its the crack that rose like dough ,
Sniff it like Al Capone ,
Puttin white to the already white toned anatomy of his nose

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Brotha's is too involved with homicide ,
Even if we don't fight the cops ,
We all gonna die ,
Its hard enough to live day by day ,
Wondering if our money will be stolen by those that take ,
I could be on the block with my dogs and get shot ,
Its the time of the criminal where cats can get popped ,
Most brotha's get in a fight and don't let back ,
If the brawl goes too far then a head gets clapped ,
They talk about the other kids clothes ,
so that dude gets mad ,
That kid liked em until he lit em up wit the Mack ,
Who wants to be black? ,
Being a man in the ghetto takin care of my family ,
Unfortunately aint goin stop a another man from airin me ,
I’d be on some revenge if I turned into a rider ,
Cuz I thought I’d go tough ,
hoods don’t like no outsiders

From the looks of the hood ,
All I see is fake cats ,
Forget givin you food ,
You’ll get straight jacked ,
You better lift weights ,
Cuz brotha’s is hard as impala’s ,
Fightin them is like fendin for your last dollar ,
Like I give a care ,
I started givin less when the pain upped ,
You cat’s will face pay back when the trey pound bucks ,
So expose a faker ,
It seems like on the inside they are naked ,
They’re never loyal ,
They’ll find the first opportunity to snake ya ,
I’m walkin outside on the streets with a smith concealed ,
Or sittin inside my house on the couch with the smith revealed

Black text..?
Now he’s mad vexed.
I show up to a damn set in a cab wreck, toss a blank cheque to the dude with the cracked neck, and then nick the wheels.
I’m Neo if the “Smith’s revealed” coz I don’t think your shit’s for real.
My writing’s got that Pinter feel... if Pinter had Dilla’s zeal, and if Dilla had Big’s appeal,
And I’m a bigger deal than Pun, if Pun, uh, skipped a meal.
I imagine Soar’s raps read in a squeaky little piglet squeal.
Sorry.
I ain’t need a smith revealed,
I just need a stick to wield.
Ninja spiels, with different feels... in pinks and teals? Soar’s on it.
If you think he can’t rhyme for shit and ignores topics, that’s some flawed logic.
Kid could pen a faun sonnet, his texts get red like his Porsche. stop it.
He ain’t even show his true colours like it’s all honest, he could drop some dope shit but he keeps it more modest.
I respect that.
Posting in black though..?
What’s up Picasso, did they ban mauve?
Be yourself Soar, don’t go where the rest of the pack goes...
Don’t react to mine and Bag’s goads...
If you wanna post in damn mauve, post in damn mauve.
If you wanna hit up a rhyme cypher with blank prose and not stacked flows, then make that so.

Cats know the difference between the lines, but they ask, though..
I have to tell him in a manner to which I feel like an asshole
However, if the shoe fits... I'll need a new sneaker...
Double-sided glass, just so that they can preview the ether, on deck.
Phantom limb - I won't even need to reach for their neck.
The strength off of one line these day's enough to beat 'em, to death
And even if it doesn't, it'll be enough to leave a few breaths
Inside of their lungs, while coughing out blood, cause, the scene is a mess.
Fuck food for thought, son, this is some shit that they need to digest
I mean it, finesse delivered intravenously feeding 'em text..
Even if it's down to the wire
I'll trip it, to throw a clown, in the fire.
Since I simply pen this shit out of desire.
And by out of desire, I mean, there's no steps to repentance
You'd have a better chance having Tito Ortiz correctly trying to get through a sentence
During a UFC press event. While being goaded, by Chael...
Don't get thrown on the pile.
So many dead bodies on top, the shit's going out of style.
Tell 'em throw in the towel; them hoes in denial.
I'm at home, in the wild. Jumping up like Ron Artest, trading blows, with the crowd.
At Trader Joes, in the aisle. Peep the temperament.
Packing the same power Alistair Overeem beat Brock Lesnar with
I'm stepping on these Leprechauns.
Carry the diesel - word to Decepticons
My record's long overdue for respect, my dog.
My G. Don't watch the leash, shorten.
To a degree, you're guaranteed to see the beast, forming.
And since that line is now out there, you won't need warning.
For it, aside from signing release forms so we can record it.
Yeah, walk around - don't need the pad.
Better believe it, I'm in their business, like DJ Vlad.
They can tell I've been bad.
Crushing their melon, bars circling around their head - shit's looking like the Peloton ad.
Damn, and the ball dropped not long ago.
I wanna know, it's 2021 - who want them problems, though?
Not a soul. Been the problem, long before Brahma Bull.
You talking, I got a dog for every problem, like Paw Patrol!
That's some kid bars for that ass, you'd know if you had a kid.
Still, I was beating asses since a child, so
... That's impressive, by playground averages.
Was on some savage shit. Taking Lunchables, and trading you my knuckle sandwiches.
And it wasn't so much trading as you'd give it up, or you'd get it, free.
So, by rate of inflation, that's like a 5 dollar entry fee.
I know my math is fucked, but, no way to put that gently, b.
I was McDonald's in that bitch - 1 million served, 'fore elementary.
Mentally, they can't cope with it; they need it, in dosages.
Frank Lopez with the coke, skill so ill, that they were Jonesing...

Ok this time just for you virbius I won't use any style at all. Just a raw 3 minute jot.

Virb I'll hold you to your raps ,
you seem to have a problem with claps ,
So like vitamins "I'LL TAKE YOU OUT" of discretion of the trap , (trap as in THEE trap son)
I'll slash your thoughts and only leave a little blood residue ,
Cuz your too fat like you said like pun to face the residual , (double meaning... understand)
Which is me , (or your blood)
I'll take your tee and flee out the door with your ski's ,
Up in the hood with the iron poppin you while you ride down the P's ,
You must be in need with those tired flows ,
I'll make an example out of you if I chose so ,
Eat you alive and bake your remains for my asian dog Bolo , (bolo off of blood sport the movie)
Sorry you got rejected by Soar Kaid your superior ,
So absolve that with the man in the mirror ,
You are near inferior with that style that you rappin with ,
Stolen "cap" for your head ,
I'm placin poison on the "brim" tip ,
You better understand

The plot is hidden but never impossibly lost,
If I don't know my job have I accomplished or not?
I hate myself for doing nothing a lot,
I'm either a deluded pauper or modestly posh,
I arrive at social gatherings n the comedy stops because I haven't been programmed by the same topical nonsense they watch, every laugh I fake like getting socked in the crotch,
I'd sit n cry in the shower if I bothered to wash,
Sit and cry in the shower? You sound like a bitch,
Stand up stone faced arms out what it is,
At the peak of Corcovado mountain with this,
Relentlessly crossing off names written down on a list,
Cuz sometimes the way to shake hands is pounding ya fist,
Duality, I'm ashamed that I'm proud of this shit but peace is only a concept war allows to exist

I throw down with a side of rum ,
Dumpin shots in the millenial ride ,
I'm cool stupid ,
Thats why I exposed the haters to the movement of pride ,
You'll die a loser ,
Sickness will kill you fast when you hit ya 50's ,
I'm sippin yack ,
Goin against the kid ,
you get the crime payed for in a bid ,
Mackin these chicks evens me out ,
Whats really up is the clovers that I get lucky with ,
Dimes be lovin this ,
I'm covered in diamonds like the MJ concert ,
wearin a glove like a oven mit ,
I stick in the club with hits ,
Shakin the drinks up ,
spillin the bloody mary more than a mind ,
I'll mop you up ,
Pull the shotty from the section that I popped at from behind ,
But let me refrain ,
Comin from a world in vein from the pain ,
I'm rippin cat's apart ,
Diggin into a mans brain ,
that dude will end up with a hurry cane ,
My dogs aint glam ,
They shockin the world with more cop cross checks than a infamous man ,
I went gold but I turned it down within inches of hand ,
You cat's been in the sand ,
Debatin these eagles to the desert is left in the cold ,
Left on ya footing ,
Left to ya cheek ,
So you feel the mystique ,
You drop garbage ,
Thats why I'm formin a rap out of nothin so you hear some magic ,
I was born outta wed lock ,
I'm so depraved you can get ya head popped ,
Or rocked ,
Somethin like craig did to deebo when he got his head socked ,
I pose a threat to you MC's ,
Free with me and feel a cold breeze ,
Give it some time ,
They should overture you if you leave out the place with ya life ,
I got steez ,
Pray to god that I don't take ya wife ,
I'm spinnin oldies to this messed up trife ,
Easin the pain to only feel more grief has its short comin's ,
So I'm with a vibe that can ease up a beautiful short woman

^ Damn, shun.


You ever watch a channel, it's not something normal thoughts can handle?
You change it, and all of a sudden your TV box, gets scrambled?
Probably not, right? Unless you lived in the 90's.
That was 20 years ago, so I feel that shit is behind me.
And all we got now, is digital signs we have to adapt to
Cyberpunk 2077 is now, dude.
Like, how can you not see it? We might not live in Night city, but
I ride with the neon lights flashing across that nice Fiat.
Or that Abarth 500, or the Telsa Cyber Truck
Keanu Reeves was apt for the role - of course he was fired up.
I admire the nature in which they chose to aspire us
Is similar to Rosa's plight, sitting inside that bus.
Yeah. Say no to Lil Pump. Say no to the loss of your character role.
Ubiquity is for those who don't care for their souls.
Sorry for the blanket statement.
But you got what I meant. Being ambiguous for the sake of the rhyme, was not the intent.
However, it happened - get over it.
I'm walking over these boulders, with the same vision as Moses, seeing that bush, on fire.
- like the solstices. Holding the world on your back, with its crippling weight.
Turning the hands of time to wrestle it back from the Sisters Of Fate
And jump on the opportunity to destroy what I could
Throwing hands at the heir, like Cuban Gooding, in Boys In The Hood.
I'm my own Bizarro - you can sing it, beautifully.
If my pride dies - I don't want you to honor it, posthumously.
Walk through the gauntlet to counteract the losing streak
34 yrs old with the strength that Bishop in Juice, believed
That's troubling, but so is my past.
Yet, I can still make a toast to it, that's the type of motivation one would need to hold up his glass.
The system is broken, but the will, isn't.
Throw me under the jail, n' smile for the last of my family members that still visit.
The black ambition - they treat it like it's a real sickness
Saying modern slavery's a denomination for meal tickets
To build the white collar business. You're just good for the college interest.
For scholars to buy back their $100 dollar drinks with
So, it goes back in their pockets.
Feel the lack of a conscience when your run is over, and you're packing up boxes
... in that fulfillment center, at Amazon.
Can't see the foundation in which you're standing on.
It's all analog.
Being spiteful, shadow boxing, with the hands of God.
Spatially aware to prepare for that corporate-brand applause.
Go get your fucking check. Interrogations can teach you
This fearless nation deceits you, with the Ego-Up effect. (technique)
They put your hands on your shoulder, while you're crushed, in debt
With smiles on their faces, while saying: "You haven't suffered, yet"
And really, you haven't. You think you have.
You look at it, differently.
Normally, the self-aware can pick out that outlook, instinctively.
But who's to say when the ink will bleed?
Or when it will dry? That point is tenable, guy. They say it, as a general lie.
Lady Liberty can see. I'm sure you all would agree...
Narrative is all that matters for the laws you believe
To be flawed. You're deceived by it. However, that's a topic for another day.
You see out of that chamber pot, on a summer day, then runaway.
Some are plagued, and don't understand the effect it has
on their psyche, because their too distracted by Tik Tok's, from Sommer Ray
- included me. My point being, to get off your high horse.
My source, the almighty being of the tri-force.
Zelda style, while lies sort of feel like forgettable proof...
They're telling you, to absorb from the ones that embellish the truth

back to the beginning, my world spinning
im suffering just trying to be winning
fall down seven times get back eight
yo its never too late to be great
in the ring im heavy weight
no you don't want to underestimate
my style is vicious
punch you in yo mouth it won't be delicious
I pause to reflect on my rhymes
sometimes just to ease my mind
like a diamond im destined to shine

Shine like cats eyes, categorically statin that this cat'll own ya,
Have you wishin you were free from this-pain like Catalonia,
Cat out the bag; Cat Mandela I'm a cataholic,
Clear headed, these pussies drink until they're catatonic,
Catch a body light em up, the cuts catabolic,
I'm him, in front of your name, call it cataphoric,
Every stanza stays structured, still its catastrophic,
Bring the fire man n have em up a tree, you can catalogue it,
Tryna understand why they reflect my sound it's cataphonics,
They copy cat til there's beef with police then no other cat'll cop it

Yeah, so that's the topic.
Rob somebody's ass, then stash the profit.
These hulk hands? Could smash a comet; it's astronomic.
Call it a gut feeling, but these cats, should stop it
I'd see better raps up on a spoiled milk carton...
This arrested development would scare Will Arnett.
If you feel carnage, like I do?
Then, get you a sealed harness. And strap yourself in for a ride.
Cause I'm here to claim what's mine, I guess that's my Indian side.
Smoking up like native Indian tribes, lyrically I...
give myself some hideous vibes.
It's getting Litty - that's the slang, though.
Put 'em in an Olympian lock for that simpleton talk.
Like Kurt Angle; they'll wish I can stop.
But shit, I cannot. You'll need Herb to stop the fight.
Ya know, they say me and Evil's a lot a like.
A can of gas, and my thoughts, ignite.
But I withdraw my hands, cause I'm waiting for this clock, to strike.
Over your head. You know I hang, like a possum, might.
Or a possum, do. They say it's possible to be 6 feet
and not catch corona, but you can still catch the fade, if you're wanting to.
Let's be honest, you'd be slumped over your seat, like...
you were put in a calmer mood.
Big dogs on my block - call 'em Marmaduke.
I remember some cats were trying to push Karmaloop's ...
They were all over the net, like fake emails from big-pharma groups.
But now? That shit don't exist.
However, the fabric they sew? Is different than this.
Even banks, now, think that this? is some interesting ish.
Why? Cause there's money to be made.. it's the big appeal.
From being indie, and trading your soul for the 360 deal.
Am I over stepping my boundaries because they've crowned me?
Crown is so big, the head can't fit with a bounty.
Now we, absorbing that shit they push - Towlie.
You're a towel! Wording foul. Shit's about to get person-nowl (personal)
How the hell could you be a rapper n' not work the crowd?
With a heckler in the mix. If he has a problem, he blurts it out.
You have only seconds to react, and react wittingly.
Hit back with all of your might, n' act diligently.
The feeling you'll see, is unparalleled, a rush of endorphins...
Make familial institutions feel like they're a couple of orphans.
And what you were forcing before is more for
The people that couldn't accept it and now their perceptions aroused...
It's just the depth in which how you're able to pull, so...
The rest of the crowd is feeling your performance n' you can push consecutive albums.